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Oh, what a shirt
Late December back in 93
What a very special shirt for me
As I remember, what a shirt.
Oh, what a shirt
Wasn't sure if it would fit my frame
But I was never gonna be the same
What a color, what a shirt
Oh I, got home and hung it up in the closet, in my room
Yeah my, as I recall I put it back on soon
Oh, what a shirt
Hypnotizin', mesmerizing me
It was ev'rything I dreamt it'd be
Sweet surrender, orange shirt
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Oh, It felt so soft, it must have been made of cotton
So memorable, it will never be forgotten
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I can't wear
Colors like green or blue
Since someone said
Orange looks good on you
Wise men say
Bulldogs don't wear shirts
But I can't help wearing my orange shirt
Swampy lumber town
Not everyone sees
Darling, so it goes
But This shirt was meant for me
Take my hand, but don't take off my shirt
If you do, my feelings will be hurt
At the ice cream shop
Syrup on my sleeve
They pointed and laughed
Run home to get it clean
Take my shirt, and watch it with bleach
Tumble dry, and then it will be clean
Tumble dry, then give the shirt back to me
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